An account of a different man of a different road of a different world....

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Whispering Shadows : Part1

Ramilla can recollect everything. Leaning on a back of a boat dug in sound she stood alone as a colourful evening approaches..in this fascinating spot where the blue river water and the green sea waves get mixed. This is an estuary where far across large ships are anchored far away..it is always a breath taking scene to see the river finally able to find him and jump with all her gains pains losses and love jump on the broad chest of the sea..she thought do the river after meeting him again after a period of fatigue and surrender can recognise him as the man he left..? Or he has changed somewhere?Or the sea now busy in some other attractions or found some new one?....The bubbling river water or the roaring sea waves gave no answer.. But still Ramilla remember evening..when she in one evening along with her group of friends came here for picnic and while in the exuberrance of youth while taking dip in the sea..suddenly a big wave hit her and she saw dark for a moment and the next moment she can see only water..water..water..and within seconds she have respiratory problems..and she started to faint..she forgot all the basics of swimming..and her body became stiff..her body became heavy and is gradually getting drowned ..when suddenly a watersport boat came around her and a man jumped and shouted..Open the eyes..open the eyes..Look here my hand..grab it..just grab it..I know you can..you surely can..I am here..I am here..and she grabbed the hand..and she took her within his hands and brought him on the shore..and before she fainted She heard..Lady..my name is Aryan! .............Ramilla took a long breadth...and then a red blush brushed in her cheek..as she remember that months later it is in these sands somewhere along a thatched hut Aryan first kissed her!..Hey Doctor..a shout came from back ..she turned round and saw her attendant. The patient has high fever and its increasing...Ramilla jumped on and in quick steps walked towards the home..She want only one thing in life. To cure Aryan and ask him one question one day seating beside him..with her deep eyes.. Do Aryan love her still? Contd.. The Letter.... The evening passed. The moments passed. The fragments of time carried on the wings of eternity passed. And like an uncherished picture of times immemorial..Ramilla kept seated beside the bed of Aryan. Whistles of a ship trooted the air..sea waves crashed against the shore..boat men got busy entertaining the tourists..the flashes of camera can be seen..a kid flew away in the purple coloured sky..a bunch of red balloonds and then clapped..the old wrinklefaced man along the wrecked boat sat n kept stitching the damaged fish net..within his squeezed skin and brown lips a smile drawn..the light house started offering the signal to the lost soul..in the mid ocean..the pleasant winds visited the sandy beach n roamed..a group of tourist found it as the right time to enjoy a foot massage along with beer..and quite near..very near to Ramilla's eyes..the sheets of a calender kept flying in wind as if making her go back..back to those golden days..as a drop of tear came through her eyes and dropped in her kurta..she again touched her hand on Aryan's forehead and found it heated..fever is still high..inspite of the medicines..the fever is not decreasing..the Doctor came again and said its a kind of shock and carelessness to the body and foodless survival of some days that made this disease..Ramilla kept on looking at Aryan's face and prayed..come back..come back..Aryan..plz ..I want to hear your voice..plz..plz..Why you tortured yourself so much for coming back to me..why?Am i so special? And if so then why at that moment we got parted?..Ramilla kept on looking..from evening Aryan spoke three times..like a broken series of a letter..I WOULD BE BACK..I AM COMING..RAMILLA! RAMILLA! and then again lost away...Now with a trembled hand Ramilla kept her fingers on Aryan's body..on his hair..his face..and while buttoning his one unbuttined bound he found that in his pocket there is a sheet of paper..she got curious and brought it out and in a whisker read it..it was written................... I will be back Ila..forgive me..Aryan.... Ramilla's fingers again trembled..her whole body took a stir..and then like a waterfall she boke away and thought..The river is lost! No more the sea can recognise her.It is time for the sea for a story of a new river! Ramilla kept on crying. But what she thought about Aryan, the man fighting with shock and amnesia knew deep within his sleep of lost senses.... That it is wrong. Seriously wrong.

..Ramilla seated on the sand like a wax statue when winds kissed her..and the sea waves gradually came and make her toe wet..then she suddenly got a touch on her shoulder..Ramilla jumped on and then she found that there is standing no one but Aryan himself!

For a moment Ramill's face brightened..then she recollected the letter and her face again dark..and at that moment Aryan sat beside her and said.."Can you tell me Madam..where I am..where I am exactly..I went in search of someone..someone..whom..Oh God..I cannot remember anything..what,s her name? And how I came here..just here..madam..can you can you help me..I need to find her..find her..and suddenly he caught Ramilla's hand without any notice and fell down on her lap and lost senses again!Ramilla almost in a shock started shivering..the wind appearing very sharp to her..as if with teeth..and Ramilla realised that Aryan has got memory loss..how terrible..and he forgot all about her periodical grief and kept her red lips on the forehead of Aryan..saying..It is me Aryan..it is me..your Ramilla..whom you are searching she is here..I am here..open your eyes..sweetheart..open your eyes!..But Aryan gave no answer.Ramilla saw that Aryan is lying on her lap and his lips are over the locket..as if..as if..Aryan is kissing it!

The Letter..the locket and the loss! (Contd..)

The Letter.... The evening passed. The moments passed. The fragments of time carried on the wings of eternity passed. And like an uncherished picture of times immemorial..Ramilla kept seated beside the bed of Aryan. Whistles of a ship trooted the air..sea waves crashed against the shore..boat men got busy entertaining the tourists..the flashes of camera can be seen..a kid flew away in the purple coloured sky..a bunch of red balloonds and then clapped..the old wrinklefaced man along the wrecked boat sat n kept stitching the damaged fish net..within his squeezed skin and brown lips a smile drawn..the light house started offering the signal to the lost soul..in the mid ocean..the pleasant winds visited the sandy beach n roamed..a group of tourist found it as the right time to enjoy a foot massage along with beer..and quite near..very near to Ramilla's eyes..the sheets of a calender kept flying in wind as if making her go back..back to those golden days..as a drop of tear came through her eyes and dropped in her kurta..she again touched her hand on Aryan's forehead and found it heated..fever is still high..inspite of the medicines..the fever is not decreasing..the Doctor came again and said its a kind of shock and carelessness to the body and foodless survival of some days that made this disease..Ramilla kept on looking at Aryan's face and prayed..come back..come back..Aryan..plz ..I want to hear your voice..plz..plz..Why you tortured yourself so much for coming back to me..why?Am i so special? And if so then why at that moment we got parted?..Ramilla kept on looking..from evening Aryan spoke three times..like a broken series of a letter..I WOULD BE BACK..I AM COMING..RAMILLA! RAMILLA! and then again lost away...Now with a trembled hand Ramilla kept her fingers on Aryan's body..on his hair..his face..and while buttoning his one unbuttined bound he found that in his pocket there is a sheet of paper..she got curious and brought it out and in a whisker read it..it was written................... I will be back Ila..forgive me..Aryan.... Ramilla's fingers again trembled..her whole body took a stir..and then like a waterfall she boke away and thought..The river is lost! No more the sea can recognise her.It is time for the sea for a story of a new river! Ramilla kept on crying. But what she thought about Aryan, the man fighting with shock and amnesia knew deep within his sleep of lost senses.... That it is wrong. Seriously wrong.

..Ramilla seated on the sand like a wax statue when winds kissed her..and the sea waves gradually came and make her toe wet..then she suddenly got a touch on her shoulder..Ramilla jumped on and then she found that there is standing no one but Aryan himself!

For a moment Ramill's face brightened..then she recollected the letter and her face again dark..and at that moment Aryan sat beside her and said.."Can you tell me Madam..where I am..where I am exactly..I went in search of someone..someone..whom..Oh God..I cannot remember anything..what,s her name? And how I came here..just here..madam..can you can you help me..I need to find her..find her..and suddenly he caught Ramilla's hand without any notice and fell down on her lap and lost senses again!Ramilla almost in a shock started shivering..the wind appearing very sharp to her..as if with teeth..and Ramilla realised that Aryan has got memory loss..how terrible..and he forgot all about her periodical grief and kept her red lips on the forehead of Aryan..saying..It is me Aryan..it is me..your Ramilla..whom you are searching she is here..I am here..open your eyes..sweetheart..open your eyes!..But Aryan gave no answer.Ramilla saw that Aryan is lying on her lap and his lips are over the locket..as if..as if..Aryan is kissing it! ..................................Suddenly a big rush of sea waves touched the shore..literally it broke down on the back of Ramilla ..her kurta got all wet..and more than that it made Aryan wet too..and suddenly..There is a jerk in his body n his lips shivered ..trembled n there are words..Ramilla took Aryans head in two hands and he can hear Aryan saying like a whisper..Ramilla is it you? The world became again lighted for her. She forgot everything and kissed the lips of Aryan uttering..I am Ramilla..yes I am..Aryan tried to open the eyes but cannnot only eyelids half open..said again..Is it Ramilla..is it her fragrance?Ramilla now cried again and hugged Aryan..and said..I am here..open your eyes Aryan..n its me..only me....But Aryan is quite again. And he has again lost sense.....Sea waves came..birds came to their nest..ships started playing cruise and night slowly sheltered herself on the beach. Ramilla kept on seating..alone..like a woman of paradox..who found and lost love at the same time.....to be contd. *********************** It is a beautiful sunny morning. Wind gentle, waves asif crystal clear, sky shining with threat of no clouds. Ramilla however in her heart confused and hopeful at the sametime. As Aryan came to conciousness three times and then again lost it....it may be to her for the shock..and coming back of memory is a good sign..now she dressed in a red skirt n yellow top came out of the house and at that moment the postman called her.. A letter for you lady! The postman came smiling and handed her the letter..and seeing the emblem and the subject of the letter Ramilla lost all words..the letter came from U.S...from University of Michigan and it deals about her dream project of Doctorate..which she applied six months back with no hope of acceptance..but it has been accepted..an unbelievable thing like a pebble turning to gold..Ramilla has been asked to join within two weeks time and to send it by one da the acceptance offer of the Fellowship proposal..and as Ramilla totally confused stood still a voice came from her back..Good Morning charming lady..can you recognise me? Ramilla turned around and saw a man..an old man..who bear a smile in his face with his eyes dancing..And then he said again.. The Man with the Felt Hat is back lady..oh daughter can I have a cup of coffee? Ramilla stood still confused much more than earlier and she smiled towards the man..though thinking deeply..how many surprised life awaits her at the same time? And what she would do now..At one side..the fellowship proposal..secondly Cornel Tod a father like man who gave her shelter here when she was all alone n lost..coming back..and on the other side..like a smile of destiny stands Aryan..her love! Now which one..which one would Ramilla accept? She tried to find the answer in the glorious sunshine.But alas! No answer came.

Colonel Tod speaks..(Contd.)

In afternoon Colonel Tod sat in his arm chair with a glass of chilled beer. A pleasant wind is blowing, the sounds of the hub of the nearby beach bisected the air, the sun shining though it has lost its heat. Ramilla also seated opposite to her in a cushioned chair. She trying to act happy as this old man meant a lot in her life......'I want to tell you a story Ramilla' Tod said. Ramilla smiled. May be PaaI hava also a story to tell you. 'She is a quick decision maker.She decided to open the story of Aryan before him and lets see what are his viewpoints. 'But you should begin first Paa' said Ramilla ..Paa denotes an alias of Papa.. Tod sipped the beer and started' 'Well my daughter, I should say that after retiring from military life my recent interest is Archaeology.. A subject..leading a backward journey of time. I don't know how I got enthralled by the subject' may be I have seen so much war and bloodshed of the presence that now I want to go back to past. I came here straight from the state of Bikaner..in Rajasthan..before that I was working in China..on an interesting subject about the myth of a lost Port or Harbour of Harappan times of India..we trying to found out the source of the port..and the hinterland..and the trade route..we progressed very well our journey from China to Bikaner..denotes that.. And within this a man joined who have a brilliant knowledge of archaeology...it wd be right to say that he accelerated our excavations to a great degree..until that day when that scoundrel fly away with all my notes all my detailed research works.. and I started following his trail..I got the news that man..that thief..that betrayer has come somewhere around this beach city..and I would not leave him..that scoundrel.. 'Do you know his name? You can report the Police.' 'I would surely do that! The name of that scoundrel is Aryan. Just Aryan!' Ramilla in utter shock jumped off from her seat. And kept on staring at Tod with disbelief. 'Oh my daughter, dont get shocked I would surely find him..now seat and let me your story!' Ramilla sat in the chair. What story she can tell now? Her all stories again got jumbled up. Moreover she has listened a new story now. Aryan a bettrayer? Colonel Tod sipped again the beer. Then said, 'Come on..its time for you to speak.' Paa is wrong. Ramilla thought. Its time for her of silence. And may be for life. She now uttered in soft voice..' Paa, i will tell you the story..but some other time!'

The Call..

Ramilla came and took a seat in her favourite chair and switched on her laptop. And visiting her mail account the very first thing she did is that she sent an acceptance letter for her Doctorate proposal to the University of Michigan. Let anything happens..this is her dream project and she will not miss it by any chance. Every person has an aim in her life..and this is Ramilla's aim. Moreover if she can wait and wait for Aryan..why Aryan can not? And moreover if Paa is right then how a persom whom she gave everything can be a betrayer? How can she keep on contact with a person of such morals? A thief? ..As the mail account confirmed the sent mail message ..a call came from outside. It was the voice of Elena..Mam..the patient has come back to sense..and she is calling Ramilla..saying that he is having a terrible pain in head and before he forget anything..he have a very important thing to tell her..A secret which he can only tell Ramilla!

2 comments:

Hi Shubho!It is a nice compilation of your part of the effort towards our FBstory. I've a suggestion! Try and put it in orderly chapter wise manner, as if this alone comprises your book. Then put it on a web page somewhere and accumulate comments. Once we finish writing then three of our systematic compilations can be merged as and where required. What do you say!

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I am a writer though by profession a software Engineer working in IBM,but leaving apart work which is for daily earnings,my moods are always in search of themes, stories and interesting writings..several short stories published in newspaper and a novel in regional language..now each day looking for touching the world and scribbling up something which reflects this world,my views with the flavour of romanticism!